I Still Pinch Myself....
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Happy New Year !
Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. Ralph Waldo Emerson
Mother's Day
A mother holds her children’s hands for a while, but their hearts forever... Harvest - Margarita Sikorskaia xo, Diana
Spring has Sprung !
Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it so it goes on flying anyway. ~~Mary Kay Ash
They Spun A Web for Me.....
Oh no, I see A spider web is tangled up with me And I lost my head The thought of all the stupid things I've said Oh no what's this? A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle So I turn to run The thought of all the stupid things I've done And I never meant to cause you trouble And I never meant to do you wrong And I, well if I ever caused you trouble Oh no, I never meant to do you harm Oh no I see A spider web and it's me in the middle So I twist and turn Here am I in my little bubble Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble And I never meant to do you wrong And I, well if I ever caused you trouble Although I never meant to do you harm They spun a web for me
Easter Monday
Hope you all had a wonderful Easter ! We had a beautiful day, our home was filled with family and friends, good food, and much laughter, till way past 11 pm ! Sign of a good Easter lunch ?? I think so ! Today we have been cleaning up, putting things back into place, and washing the dishes (thank goodness for machines). My monkee's are still home this week. So, we still have a couple more days, to hang out! To all my Canadian friends and family, enjoy your Easter Monday !
Lest We Forget....
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields John McCrae, May 1915